Life in a Bottle

Life in a Bottle

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There’s blood flowing, chest thumping, heart beating.

But am I living?

There are faces all around-

Looking at me, looking past me,

Laughing with me, laughing at me,

Faces I know, faces I don’t

Yet all our feet not ready to give in as we waltz our ways to a full life,

But! But, am I living?

Can I feel my feet? Or my face? Or their faces?


This body disappearing into nothingness

The eyes gleam lesser, the blood runs colder

And I keep dancing to their tune till the ‘end of the abyss’

But tell me! Am I living?

Oodles of laughter, careless laughter fill the void around me,

I’m still running, overwhelmed and proud of all I have.

As the laughter resounds in my head, it slowly begins to haunt me.


I see no one around, my own voice echoing from the barren walls

All I muster, am I still living?

There’s thunder one moment, an excruciating lull another

The deafening blinding city engulfs me, like a lion feeding on his kill

I fling and Leave my limbs hoping to loosen the jaws of the lion

One last struggle…and I give in thinking.

Let it go! Was I even living?


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